Does This Look Like an Average Dick to You?

Does this look like an average dick to you? Uuung—

In the plush interior of a luxury sedan.

"Where did you say the office was again?"

"Busan, sir. You're here to meet the 34th President of Korea, Min A-young."

"...? She's the president, but you're not using honorifics? You're the chief secretary, aren't you?"

"There's this thing called the Impregnation Law, right?"

"You didn't last time."

The chief secretary noona clamped her mouth shut, trembling with barely contained fury.

Fact, right? Can't say a word, huh?

"...Anyway, isn't it only natural that an S-rank male outranks even the president? When an S-rank male says 'get down,' the president gets down, and when he says 'spread 'em,' she spreads her pussy anywhere, anytime. She's the government bitch dedicated to S-rank males."

The chief secretary laid it out with a straight face and unwavering confidence.

...But something about the way she said it felt off.

'If S-rank is this OP, aren't they basically the strongest?'

"So, if an S-rank male decides to go on a rampage, there's no way to deal with it?"

"In theory, yes, but there are limits in practice."

Good, so there are countermeasures.

The chief secretary began explaining in her signature emotionless tone, slow and steady.

"For example, say S-rank male Kim Cheol-su tells the president, 'During the Busan briefing, masturbate naked in public and hand over the country in my name.'"

"The president can't refuse the order. On a live nationwide broadcast, she'd masturbate naked in public, moaning something like 'I hand the Republic of Korea government to Master Kim Cheol-su♡♡♡' like a bitch in heat."

"As the president climaxes, the broadcast ends, and the Korean government becomes Kim Cheol-su's."

Why say the moans so deadpan?

She's not human... like an android or something?

And talking about the country falling like it's no big deal.

"No, you said there are limits."

"What I'm about to explain is that limit."

The chief secretary took a small breath and continued.

"First, from the moment Kim Cheol-su takes ownership of the Korean government, he loses his S-rank male qualifications and receives indefinite chakjeong."

"Pardon?"

"That's the law. And the president who masturbated naked in public gets impeached."

"...".

"Anyway, what I mean is... you can get total impunity from the government, but you can't fully control it."

She could rule like a king, but ends up super-fast retirement.

'Scary... Korea.'

Indefinite chakjeong means basically cumming yourself to death till you die, but not on your terms—sounds agonizing.

Even parole would be its own hell.

'Three years turns you into a eunuch...'

...I stopped imagining further.

Screeech—

"We're already here."

I hadn't even noticed we'd arrived, lost in those grim thoughts.

Stepping out of the luxury sedan, the sight that greeted me.

'This is... the Busan presidential office?'

It was bigger than I'd expected.

"This way, sir."

I trailed behind the chief secretary noona, my eyes glued to her massive, jiggling ass swaying confidently ahead.

She opened a door made of luxurious wood.

"Welcome, sir. I've been waiting."

"...".

Inside was a new beauty.

'This is... the current President of Korea?'

No white-haired grandpa... no, in this otherworld, I'd imagined some granny, but she shattered that completely.

A glamorous figure hugged tight by her suit, innocent hairstyle, and sexy legs.

The chief secretary was one thing, but the president... visually, she stacked up against any woman I'd fucked so far.

'This is Yeon-hwa tier... no, maybe not quite.'

Anyway, she was a stunning beauty.

"Sir...?"

"Ah, yes. Slurp—"

Guess I stared too long.

I wiped the drool that had slipped out unknowingly and looked at the president.

"Please, have a seat. Tea or coffee?"

"Coffee for me... something sweet if you have it."

She offered, so I answered.

Clink—

I closed my eyes for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a second, then opened them to find a black sugar bubble chocolate matcha latte in front of me.

'Huh...?'

Pre-made...?

"Please enjoy."

"Ah, yes, then... thanks, I'll dig in."

Slurp—

"...".

"...".

Awkward silence.

The sheer presence of the presidential office overwhelmed me; words wouldn't come easy.

Slurp— clink...

'...Is she waiting for me to speak first?'

She's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been glancing over slyly...

Fuck it—let's just go for it.

"...So, uh, why did you want to see me...?"

"...!"

The president choked on her coffee at my words, coughing nonstop.

"Cough... Sorry, I kept a busy man waiting with my late greeting."

After a long bout of coughing, the president.

Thud—

bowed her head deeply before me.

'??? What the?'

"I'm Min A-young, the 34th President of Korea. I'm 30 years old, and embarrassingly, still a virgin. My masturbation routine is pinching and flicking my clit lightly, three times a day, seven days a week. I've never done insertion masturbation."

"...".

While I was still processing, the president—no, Min A-young—shoved unwanted details into my brain.

'A 30-year-old nympho-masturbation-addict virgin president... oh...'

Nice? Super hot setup.

I got a little excited.

"Madam President...!"

"Ah! Sorry...! He hasn't permitted me to raise my head yet... This is my first time meeting an S-rank male, so..."

The chief secretary scolded Min A-young, who had peeked up cautiously.

Thud—

Min A-young slammed her forehead back down.

"No, uh... why don't you sit first?"

"Yes'm!"

She listens well, at least.

*

A bit of time passed, and we'd both calmed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down somewhat.

"You were all aggressive about dragging me here before... what made you switch up like this?"

I opened the conversation.

"That's—"

"That's...! Sir...! If it's okay, may I explain?"

"Sure, go ahead."

The chief secretary cut in abruptly, interrupting Min A-young as she trembled and opened her mouth carefully.

"First, yesterday we spotted you exposed on Chae-rin's Cararak account from the platform side and immediately issued a shutdown order."

"That's why I went to Cararak HQ."

"Yes. And that's where my arrogant mistake led to greeting you so rudely."

"Mistake?"

"Yes. The displeasure you suffered this time is entirely my fault."

"Hmm..."

So, trying to drag me off right away was the 'mistake'?

Even after confirming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I was S-rank?

"Sigh, fine. Shit happens."

"Thank you for understanding—"

"Then you gotta take responsibility for that mistake, right."

"!...!"

Both women snapped their gazes to my face in shock.

"What, no responsibility? Dragging an S-rank male around like that by force?"

"...No, of course we take responsibility. Is there anything you'd like as compensation...?"

"Of course there is."

What I'd heard from the chief secretary noona earlier.

'Unconditional impunity.'

I need this no matter what.

Like the fine from beating down that Min-su punk... who knows when trouble might hit.

For my sake, impunity is essential.

"Um... sir, that's a bit..."

Yeah... didn't think it'd be this easy.

Shhrrk... flop—

"Take a look at this."

"Pardon? Ah...♡"

"...".

My dick, obediently tucked in my pants, sprang free into Min A-young and the chief secretary's view.

The two stared blankly at it, lewd glints in their eyes, like they were hypnotized.

"Does this really look like an average dick? You think it compares to those monthly-cum degenerate recessed micropenises?"

"Haa... haa...♡"

"Hngg..♡"

Not targeting some specific S-rank Kim—I'm just emphasizing how amazing my dick is.

But these women. They're not even listening.

My dick turns left, their heads follow... staring like hypnotized pendulums.

'...This won't work.'

Smack—

"Answer me."

"Hik♥"

I swung my dick left, slapping the chief secretary's soft cheek.

Slap—

"Answer."

"Haht♥"

Swing right, slapping Min A-young's smooth cheek.

...Minimal effect.

'They're not focusing on my words at all...'

This conversation's going nowhere.

Shh—

"Ahh...!"

They let out regretful moans as I tucked it back in.

"Anyway, now that you know how important my dick is, I'll say it."

"Yesss..."

A bit of sense returned; dazed, but they answered.

"If you don't meet my demands..."

I dropped my voice low and menacing.

"I'll only spread my seed overseas, excluding Korea."

"Spread your seed...?"

"In simple terms..."

"Korea gets no more dick from now on."

"!...!"

A truly international nomodic declaration. (No more Dick)

Nothing persuades women better.

*

"Then... drive safe... sir..."

The chief secretary, twitching, saw me off.

Smack—♡

"Haaht♥♥♥"

Pat... pat...

"Ji-su, you drive careful too?"

"Yessir...♥ Th-thank youuu...♥"

Back in the luxury sedan was the chief secretary—no, Kang Ji-su.

Vroom—

I watched the car's taillights fade into the distance, then glanced at the black bracelet in my hand.

"Heh... with this."

The office negotiations... ultimately succeeded.

We reached a satisfactory result through peaceful coordination.

Of course, there was some friction along the way... but minor stuff.

"Haha..."

Now, with this black bracelet on... I'm invincible.

And what an invincible me had to do was obvious.

"Gotta streak naked on Noona's stream."

I wanted to see the viewers' reactions to their long-time fave streamer submitting to dick.